Category: Poetry

As evening approaches the scent of the tangerine from breakfast starts to make its way into the sky she grabbed it at breakfast two days ago thinking she’d want it later she kept it in the spirit of we’ll see what happens

Looking at the three giant trees huddled close by yet standing each emerging on their own the wind whispers, that isn’t just one tree underneath the roots flow together and what you see as three is really one

In the sky she sees the bright one north star it knows its place she wants to feel confident in her place she wants to be curious

The feeling deepens it lingers exactly like the scent of a stargazer in the moment of the opening

The butterfly opens her right wing, then her left for the first time but in her imagination, she has done this movement always